Monday, July 10
wednesday night. wish you were here.
at the jetty right now doing reflections
the sounds of the night. soft rippling of waves
darkness dotted by lights on the horizon
that reflect long streaks across the rippled calm
of the water surface
wish you were here with me today
but you need a break from me... and perhaps me from you too
God... night is so gorgeous
unrealistic dreams flood and plague my head
leaving no room for imagination
or perhaps, hope and faith
and a strange fetish, can drive me to stand up
to pick those dying figs
can't help but be amazed by the realness of people
that even musicians are merely ordinary people
people with simple talents, placed on a platform
where they can be seen by the rest of the world
and in the subtle casting of light and darkness
that illuminate parts of one
and obscure other parts of the same body being and soul
people can't help but be attracted to them--like shining stars
perhaps people are so distracted and enchanted
by the strange dancing lights of faraway
that they forget to switch on the light within themselves
and sometimes even forget, that they too are able to dance.
caught by branches of the brambly bush of my own imagination
between my own will and God's will for me
megalomania...
contrasts with small town dreams of quaint relationships with people
the reworking of social structures and networkings
and we're caught within this web of change
mastered by our puppets
people crave relationships with others
the internet and mobile communication doesn't necessarily create or destroy society
some people regarded globalisation with wariness and disdain
while some embraced it with open arms
for all we are hear the groans of machines
that bring to us false hopes of progress
0. oOo
